Like the sound of a dead pig crashing down from a high height, the fatty’s body was like a large pancake that slapped onto the wall. After a few seconds, his body slowly slid down to the ground.
Left behind on the purple tungsten wall were gruesome blood stains. The fatty’s face was covered in blood with his eyes staring wide open. His expression was that of seeing a ghost.
Yi Yun’s attack had been too sudden. The final explosive attack at the last moment was Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! It did not give the fatty any chance of dodging.
Around the Divine Wilderness Stage, the Yun Long Divine Kingdom audience were like roosters who had their necks squeezed. The cheering stopped as the cacophony of voices turned into complete silence that resembled that of a graveyard. All of this happened in a second.
They were still maintaining their standing positions with their arms high up in the air. Their expressions were that of excitement as if they were waiting to see the mayhem that was to occur. All of that had been frozen on their faces. However, the mayhem that happened did not befall on Yi Yun, but instead it befell the unlucky fatty.
A group of people seemed to turn into a row of standing zombies. They were silent, stiff and twisting.
The reversal had happened too fast. They had yet to understood what had actually happened.
This included the Tai Ah Divine City’s warriors who were also confounded. They did not understand how Yi Yun won. Was the fatty’s illusion useless against Yi Yun? Even Yao Dao could not break through the illusions, so how was Yi Yun able to do so?
Author’s Note: As I’m going out in the afternoon, the release tonight will be very late. Since the plot cannot be split, I wrote 4000 characters to finish this tiny arc, so everyone doesn’t need to wait for the 2nd update. Just wait till tomorrow before reading the next chapter.